We walked out across campus and along a path between fields beyond. It was early evening in late spring. Anya walked next to me, though ever so slightly behind me. Every so often we'd pass someone walking the other way and one or two seemed to notice that Anya was not just wearing a chocker. The collar seemed a little incongruous with the light summer dress, and got them thinking about just quite what was going on. As we walked, I thought more and more a bout how much control I had over this beautiful girl and about what she had been willing to do for Teresa. I turned Anya's door key over and over in my pocket.
To one side of us we passed a small wood. There was a stile over the fence into the wood, with a footpath going through it. I motioned to Anya to follow me into the wood. We walked a little further, and couldn't hear a sound except our own footfalls. After a couple of minutes I turned to face Anya. She stopped and looked up at me.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"I hope so, Sir." She replied.
"Take off your dress."
Without hesitation, she unbuttoned her dress right down the front and shrugged it from her shoulders. I held out my hand and she gave it to me. She stood there wearing nothing but her sandals and the collar. Her hands were by her sides, looking at me; she was waiting for me to give her next instruction. I looked her up and down, taking in the delicious shape of her body. I noticed the fuzz of her pubic hair. "Anya," I said. "I'd like you to shave your pussy for me, when next you get the chance."
"Yes, Sir." She replied. "As you wish."
"But for now, we can just carry on walking."
Momentarily, her eyes widened, but she quickly had her response back under control.
"Yes, Sir." A smile played across her face. I turned from her and carried on walking, with her, all but naked, just behind me on the path. We carried on walking and then, in the distance, I heard laughing and talking. They were to far away for me to be able to make out how many people there were, or what they were saying—but there seemed to be men and women, and the voices sounded young. This close to the university, they were probably more students.
I turned to Anya again. "Keep walking—just ahead of me."
"Yes, Sir." She gulped.
"And be ready to do as I say."
"Yes, Sir."
We carried on walking, the voices getting closer and closer. There seemed to be a couple of different female voices and a couple of male as well. We still couldn't really hear what they were saying, but the voices were young and exuberant. We could never see more than a few yards ahead of ourselves as we walked along the path, and it was hard to judge just how close they were. I wanted to let these people get very close to us, and waited until the last moment before leaning forward and whispering to Anya, "Hide—there behind those bushes."
She scrambled to the side and I just kept walking—moments later passing the group of students coming the other way. They must have assumed that I was out walking by myself, though quite what they made of Anya's dress draped over my arm, I didn't really know. I carried on walking until they could see me, then stopped and listened as they carried on walking. I doubled back and found Anya still hiding, a huge smile on her face. "Did they see you?"
"No, Sir."
"And how do you feel?"
